fact or fiction

Is it fact or merely fiction? Fact or Fiction explores the myths and beliefs we hold about what makes a good poem and the poetry rules that were made to be broken.

Cindy, the CarSitter, is a Genius!
I just heard the most amazing thing on the News. Eureka and halelujah, I've waited over 50 years to get excited and rewarded for listening to the news anchors. Life can still surprise me and that is brilliantly satisfying. What was it, you ask? Oh, I'm sorry you missed it, but I will share. Yes, this morning on the news, the best news I've heard in too long. Cindy the Genius has solved a major problem with her incredibly sharp mind and entreprenuerial spirit. I'm almost envious at her genius, but I'm too happy and grateful for her idea to feel envy.
By Shanon Angermeyer Normanabout a year ago in Poets
A Lost Feeling Found
From that day on, I never contacted you again. I restored my original appearance, embracing independence and freedom. No dependence, no disturbance – it's like I'd never met you before. I know it would be a pity to give up, but there's no point in persisting in some things. Is it a must-have? Maybe losing would be easier.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a year ago in Poets
POEM - Clatter Of Precious Thing
The silence held them first, those precious things, Arranged with care on shelves of polished oak, Or velvet-lined within small, satin rings.
By Jacky Kapadiaabout a year ago in Poets
The Firefly Fleet. Top Story - July 2025.
A flickering light, a humble candle against the night sky, travels in a pattern all its own, burning bright, carried weightlessly on a soft breeze whispering by.
By Maddy Newtabout a year ago in Poets
The Man Who Painted With No Eyes
The Man Who Painted With No Eyes He held the brush without a glance no sight to shape the colors there yet still he moved with steady hands
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Who Needs Diamonds, This Is How He Touches Me
Who Needs Diamonds, This Is How He Touches Me He doesn’t need stones to mark his love. His hands speak louder than rings ever could.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
An Open Letter to My Body
An Open Letter to My Body You, with your aching knees, and belly soft soft from years of looking after everyone else, I see you.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The Closed Book
The Closed Book I don’t say much, I never did there’s strength in knowing what to rid Let others talk and bare their soul
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The Open Book
The Open Book I speak my mind, I don’t pretend what starts in me comes out the end No secret corners, no locked-up shelf
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Say All, Say Nowt
Say All, Say Nowt She told him the truth by morning light, her hands wide open, her face plain bright She never held back what could be said
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Was Our Shared Goodness the Truest Part of Us?
We were once good. The best part is that we were all once good in each other's eyes. I still remember how good you were to me. I also know that, at that time, we were all sincere. I don't plan to forget this feeling. Our incompatibility is real, but our sincerity and happiness are also real.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a year ago in Poets
Once Upon A Nightmare. Content Warning.
"Oh come on, baby" A little coaxing here. A little begging there. Only listening to your own selfish wants and needs. Ignoring my cries and pleading words.
By CJ Rainesabout a year ago in Poets